>>5283844>>5283811>>5283767>>5283745>>5283571>>5283569>>5283568>>5283533>>5283517>Try to go for your rifle.You ignore the strange numbness that crawls up along your chest and maneuver for the rifle slung over your back. You find your arms difficult to maneuver with much finesse–perhaps given the rawness of your fingertips and arms–but you manage to pull yourself into an adequate post to fire. You can’t say the same for your angle, however–so low and with two allies before the wolf, you can’t see much beyond the flashes of their cloaks and swords..
Your train of thought is cut short as a shot of powder and light explodes out from your left. A bullet runs Morne through his lower left side–and shrieks along through Ava’s cloak. The dhampir’s rapiers falter in the air as she stumbles, a hand to her lower abdomen. A graze-..? Morne seems to turn his attention from defense against Emilia’s great sword and into a relentless attack on Ava, who begins to fall back along his cuts.
“Shit.” Millicent snarls from far to your left. She cocks back her rifle for another shot. But you’d hardly call this a good time for another shot, with Emilia over the brunt of Morne’s form and Ava behind him. You have a feeling the huntress’ next shot will land again, no matter who it has to go through.
>Try to crack a shot off on Morne.>Fire at Millicent.>Write-In. 